What is replacement?

The mutual replacement of the Secret Realm within and the external space.

He suddenly felt that the Secret Realm inside him was no different from the real world beneath his feet, and he could place the time-space chaos into this real space.

The time-space chaos is the most formidable trump card in his Secret Realm.

It had once shattered many Primordial Spirits.

But that kind of shattering had great shackles; it had to be that the Primordial Spirit was blind and crashed into his Secret Realm Space on its own.

And now, being able to draw the time-space chaos out of the Secret Realm Space means that the greatest shackle upon him is no longer a shackle...

His heart was filled with endless joy.

The "Spring River Flower Moon Night" he recited also flowed endlessly, pushing this Spring River towards the most magical realm...

"At this moment we gaze upon each other but cannot hear; may I pursue the moonlight to shine upon you..."

On the river’s surface, a Silver Shuttle appeared. Upon the Silver Shuttle, Han Yan, like a Fairy in the moonlight, looked at him with eyes full of confusion, as if pondering an age-old question: why at this moment, though we gaze at each other from the river, are we enemies? Must we be enemies? I do not wish to oppose him; I wish to follow the boundless moonlight and journey with him!

Above in the sky, there was also a Silver Shuttle. The Silver Shuttle was a product of the Heavenly Capital.

Upon the Silver Shuttle, there was likewise a person from the Heavenly Capital.

The Shanling Saintess once again performed the Immortal Realm Technique, and within the Immortal Realm was no longer a speck of dust. She looked at the Spring River Night Moon Painting, entranced.

"The tilted moon sinks deep to hide in the sea mist, endless paths of Jia Shi and Xiao Xiang; I don’t know how many return by the moon, the falling moon shakes the feelings of trees along the river!"

As the last line of poetry fell, behind Lin Xiaosu, the tree shadows swayed in the wind. He appeared before Han Yan’s Silver Shuttle, with a bright moon behind him.

He was so elegant and charming.

Han Yan took a deep breath, her eyes slowly opening. At first, they were dazed, but as the night wind blew, the daze instantly dissipated, replaced by the clarity of the cold moon: "Twice this little girl has recited poems, receiving twice the response from Mr. Su, each poem more astonishing than the last. The talent of Mr. Su, Han Yan admires greatly!"

"How dare I!" Lin Xiaosu smiled.

"However, Han Yan’s ’Burial Flower Poem’ is not a poem, but a melody!" Han Yan’s hand rose, falling on the zither strings on her lap.

As if the wind blew over, as if the water flowed by...

An exquisite melody was born from her lap.

The clear water of the Zhu river beneath Lin Xiaosu’s feet suddenly transformed into endless spring flowers.

Each spring flower shattered, swept into the vast void beneath his feet.

Extending all the way to Lin Xiaosu’s feet.

On the battleship, Gu Suixin’s pupils suddenly shrank: "She’s showing her true skills!"

The previous poem by Han Yan merely opened her Tao Realm.

Now, this melody truly interprets the Tao Realm of "Burial Flower."

This is the true wrath of the Great Power of Tao, overturning clouds with a hand and covering the rain, threatening to destroy the world.

Lin Xiaosu watched the blossoming and dying flowers beneath his feet, smiling slightly: "Let the Saintess know, my Spring River Flower Moon Night is not only a poem, it’s also a melody!"

As he spoke, his hand rose, and a flute effortlessly lifted into the air.

The music was so wonderful, perfectly interpreting the true essence of the Spring River Flower Moon Night.

The night of the Spring River should be silent.

The night of the Spring River, with a bright moon hanging in the sky.

The night of the Spring River, fate is ever-changing, yet people have steadfast hearts.

I may not need to witness every rise and fall of the moon and stars; I may not need to trace when the riverbank was first illuminated by the moon, when the river moon first shone upon people.

I only know that life is short, to follow my own path, think what I want to think, love who I want to love, my mind roams free...

The music rose, smoothing the blossoming and dying flowers beneath his feet.

Sweeping away layer upon layer of mist upon the Spring River.

With a bridge of emotion, spanned the bottomless abyss...

On the battleship, Fu Fu was already utterly intoxicated.

The Silver Shuttle in the sky also completely lost itself in the beautiful flute music.

Unbeknownst to her, the music from Han Yan’s lap transformed into a flowing Spring River, following Lin Xiaosu’s flute’s musical steps.

In this following, her Tao Realm changed from a leader to a follower.

And she, however, was utterly unaware.

This actually meant that she had already lost!

Lost completely!